Kaito nodded at the grin and followed him, not really having to glance around. He had visited before unknowing to Hakuba under the disguise of a servant. During that time he had gotten to know a good part of the house.
As they walked past the drawing room, then the parlor, Hakuba laughed awkwardly, pointing them out. “I suppose this is sort of like an informal tour… right in the middle of dinner…” He couldn’t bring himself to look at Kaito, so completely embarrassed by everything that had transpired. “God, my mum would be absolutely mortified. I just don’t understand how Baaya can put up with me, day after day…”
Instead of letting the thought sit in silence, Hakuba then pointed out the row of closed doors on their right, broken up by large portraits on the wall and small, decorative tables. “These… are the, ah, guest rooms. They’re very seldomly used.”